Maybe you noticed when you started school. On the playground there were primary colors. There was the smell of juice dribble on pavement with ants, rusted metal sunshine, dust on rubber like kickball if you don’t want to play just sit in the dugout or maybe, maybe you had to play for gosh knows why. There were all the other children and you were there too. Well, I mean, it was more like you were near there. Or beside there. Definitely you were near beside there. Definitely you were not with the other children. Always not with. Indefinitely. It was lonely and made you tired and that’s just the way it was and is forever and ever amen.

Challenge

sex!!!

Write a sexy poem about someone you want to have sex with or did have sex with.

Posey

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reading in bed (or, delirium)

on discipline and nuance, I’m lost. the truth is, I was only thinking of you. tangible

you in my teeth.

as I was reading, over and over, page eighty-seven of some Murakami novel my thoughts kept turning to show and tell and you.

sweat and skin and repetition. head shoulders

knees and toes, the birds and the bees, my ankles in the air, eager you between my

thighs. page eighty-seven and something about Greece, the landscape, the waves

breaking on cliffs. the ways

you break me when I say please.

and it seemed like you appeared from my thoughts, with your cheek resting on my

forehead you said, “sweetheart, you have a fever.” and you took the book from

my hands and you kissed

the tip of my nose.

and that’s when I must have fallen asleep, but the truth is, I only dreamed of you.

Challenge

Emotion: Ambedo

Posey

• 76 reads

you move

you move and you move me second hand or minute hand and hour hand; you move me we could be paints

oilssuns shadows at the brim they spill they mix they never touch we spread across a canvasclock the ingredients of us

space guts

bone stuff

skin stretch mechanical

movements; and the moments that tick away in between they collide they intertwine they never touch we spread across you move and i move you move and

Challenge

Challenge of the Week CXLIV

Sexy. Just write something sexy. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.

Posey

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dream of me, gentle heart

gentle man wild soul burst to flames

press your flavor into me

give me you, undone, gentle heart

set yours to mine

stoke your fire between my lips

and melting man

drip from my skin

Challenge

What is the devil afraid of?

Any format goes. Any genre you want.

Posey in Fiction

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the devil dreams

The devil dreams in brilliant colors. She dreams of painting the universe in shades of lavender and planting peonies across space that bloom into moons. She dreams of finding love with a like-minded angel. And although she feels no shame for her fall, she dreams of a kinder, wiser god. But when she wakes up it is to the reality of a fallen morning star; thoroughly desolate and gray.

Despite the rumors, the devil has no influence over humanity or their souls. She is powerless and reigns over no domain. Simply put she has been banished to nowhere and is to stay there for as long as one forever. She could easily withstand at least a few forevers. But the gossip and rumors that god has incited, for thousands of years now, really hurt. The devil knows how humans disdain her, even so, she finds the species adorable. Sadness spreads throughout the feathers of her tattered wings when she thinks of them.

And so on the edge of existence and at the corner of nowhere, she waxes and wanes. She muses and dreams. But sometimes she has nightmares. Unbearable nightmares that are made of sapphire flames and hate. The kind of nightmares that grab the devil by the jaw and breathe doom into her stomach and dread into her heart. Nightmares that depict the eternally sprawling terror of hell with the devil herself at its helm.

Whenever she wakes from such nightmares, fear tugs at her eyes and droplets fall in hues unknown to humankind.